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backward. Rory toppled down on him,
and Baxter went berserk, barking and circling.
    Rory slid off Bruce and petted Baxter,
calming him down. A snort grabbed her attention. She turned to find
Bruce either sound asleep or passed out. She switched off her movie
then struggled with his dead weight, trying to get him undressed.
When she finally got him down to T-shirt and boxers, she lifted his
legs and swung him into bed.
    The
effort tired her. As she tucked the covers around him, she gazed at
his face. He looks so sweet and innocent,
like a little boy. Rory ran her fingers
through his hair, combing it back from his forehead. He stirred a
little and swatted at her hand once.
    What if
this could become something? If I got a regular job, would he love
me? Full of doubts, Rory didn’t question
anymore. She leaned over and kissed him. You weren’t working. You lied to me. Went clubbing. Met other
women, but came home to me.
    A sigh
escaped her lips as she switched off the light and cuddled up to
Bruce. He mumbled and rolled over in his sleep, slinging an arm
over her middle. She smiled and pulled up the sheet. I like belonging to him. Baxter circled several times on the other side of her before
he sank down and placed his chin on her ankle. Snuggling between
her two men, Rory pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and closed
her eyes. Sleep came quickly.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    “ I think we should see
other people,” Bruce blurted out in the middle of Central Park.
Sweat broke out on his forehead. Rory stopped and stared at him. A
pleasant stroll on a sunny day had switched to a heart-pounding
encounter in a second.
    “ What?” She tightened her
grip on her emotions and Baxter’s leash.
    “ Other people.” He pushed
dirt off the cement path with his toe.
    “ Have you met someone?”
Her pulse went into overdrive, dread filled her heart.
    “ As a matter of
fact…”
    “ Who?”
    “ Always interrupting.” He
shook his head. “A girl with a regular job.”
    “ Not
like me, huh?” She put her hands on her hips. Tears pricked her
eyes, but she refused to give in. Not
gonna cry.
    “ You’re a dog walker. Do
you think that’s a serious profession?”
    “ I’m a writer…walking dogs
to pay the rent.”
    “ Same thing.” Bruce combed
his blond hair with his fingers.
    “ Not to me.” She gazed at
the ground, taking deep breaths to ease the tightness in her
chest.
    “ Look, I like you and
all…but a woman who’s making a real living…”
    “ I will…someday. You don’t
get it.” Rory looked away to hide the tears she could no longer
hold back. A shudder went through her.
    “ It’s not like we’ve been
dating forever.” He shifted his weight.
    A hefty tug from her dog
diverted her attention. Rory yelled at him for pulling on the
leash.
    Bruce put his hands on her shoulders,
turning her to face him. “Look…”
    Baxter bolted, ripping the
leash out of Rory’s trembling hand, and sped toward the
road.
    “ Baxter! Stop!” Rory
screamed. Shoving Bruce aside, she raced full speed after the pug.
In her mad dash, she didn’t see the bicycle traffic whipping around
a curve and speeding down the hill. She pounced on the dog right
before a bike crashed into her, sending her and Baxter
flying.
    Rory landed hard on her arm. Pain shot
through her body, freezing her. A loud yelp told her Baxter was
injured as well. She tried to catch her breath, her gaze searching
for her pet. She spied him nearby, spread out flat on the pavement.
He was still breathing. “Baxter,” she called.
    A crowd began to gather. A pair of
concerned, dark brown, male eyes stared into hers. “Are you hurt?”
he asked.
    “ No,
idiot brain. I’m fine. Does it look like I’m fine?” Attempting to push to her knees
from the pavement, she grimaced and let out a moan. A long scrape
on her leg was bleeding, her shoulder ached, and gravel was
embedded in her thigh. Tears clouded her eyes.
    Bruce raced over. “Rory, you
okay?”
    “